Starting Today You Are A Host!

                                    

                                          
 **Y/n's POV**
                          
I got up and went to my closet to find an outfit to wear. I found a good shirt to wear. I then glanced down at my arms. They were covered with cuts and bruises. I sighed and put that shirt away. I kept looking then found a sweatshirt. I grabbed some sweatpants then changed. I brushed my short hair then put my sunglasses on. I used to have long hair but Gilbert/Prussia decided to play a prank on me and cut my hair really really badly so I had to get it cut more to fix it. I took out a dog tag that had a cross on it. It was a present from Gilbert.  I went downstairs quickly grab an apple and left the house.
                          
**Time Skip**
                          
"How is it that the libraries are so loud and full?" I ask Haruhi as we try to find a quiet place to study. 
                          
"Hey how about there." I say as I point to a door with a sign that read Music room 3. "It's abandoned." I explain. We walk up to the door. We open it and are met with a blinding light and rose petals floating towards us. 
                          
"Welcome." 6 male voice chorus. I think we just found the host club. 
                          
"This is, a host club?" Haruhi asked. 
                          
"Oh wow, it's just two boys." Two boys say. I think they are twins.
                          
 "Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe these young men are in same class as you, aren't they?" A tall, pale man with glasses says. Wait Men?! I'm not a guy! 
                          
"Yeah but they're shy. They don't act very sociably, so we don't know much about them." The twins or I now know as Hikaru and Kaoru say in unison. 
                          
"Oh, that isn't very polite. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club Mr. Honor Students." Pale guy says. 
                          
"What? You must be Haruhi Fujioka and Y/n L/n. You're the exceptional honor students we've heard about." A blonde says. Haruhi and I try to open the door so we could escape but it wouldn't budge. 
                          
"How do you know our names?" I ask. 
                          
"Why your infamous. It's not everyday that two commoners gain entrance into our academy. You must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as honor students." Pale guy says. 
                          
"Thank you?" Haruhi says.
                          
"I guess." I finish for her. 
                          
"Your welcome. You are heroes to other poor people Fujioka and l/n. You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy. It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others." Blonde boy says. He reminds me of someone. 
                          
"I think you're taking poor thing too far." Haruhi mumble while I glare at him through my sunglasses. 
                          
"Spurned, neglected. But that doesn't matter now. Long live the poor! We welcome you poor men to our world of beauty." Blonde says ignoring what Haruhi said. 
                          
"We're outta here." I say. 
                          
"Hey! Come back Haru-chan and y/n-chan! You guys must be like superheroes or something. That's so cool!" A little blonde boy says while pulling us back. 
                          
"We're not superheroes, we're honor students." Haruhi says. 
                          
"And who are you calling Haru-Chan / y/n-chan?!" We yell together. 
                          
"I would never imagine the famous scholars to be so openly gay." Blonde boy says. We whip around to look at him. I look at him like he's crazy. 
                          
"Say what now?" I ask. 
                          
"Openly what?" Haruhi asks. 
                          
"So tell me. What kind of guys are you into? Do you like the strong silent type? The boy lolita? How about the mischievous type? Or the cool type?" The blonde boy says then gets really close to our faces. "Or maybe your into a guy like me? What do you say?" He says. Haruhi backs up while I'm frozen in my spot. I just realized that he is a lot like Francis. Haruhi backs up into a vase and knocks it off. The crashing and breaking glass shakes me from my daze.